My dear Eliza, you shall doubtless be reassured to learn that I had the good sense to not recover my sense until the creature had evanesced (to where I neither knew nor cared), but while my sensibilities had returned to me my abilities to move and speak took a little longer. Thus I remained whither I had fallen and found myself at liberty to reflect upon the troubling fact that I just evaded a fantastical being.
When, at last, Sir John handed me to my feet I spake in tones which I believed were, by every second syllable, the very essence of dignified wit.

My dear Eliza, as I am sure you could imagine, if you were possessed of any sense of compassion, I had been in a state of acutest agitation since I had taken my leave of Sir John. Indeed the torment was so severe that I had scarce noticed my aunt informing me that we were to call upon the Winterbourne’s that very evening. You are sufficiently familiar with the young Lord George to understand how very shocking my lack of attentiveness was, for usually mention of this particular beau’s name is sufficient to cast me into the hysterics. Yet my aunt had spake it thrice afore I was quite roused from my thoughts.Continue reading →

My dearest Eliza,
I hope and trust that my letter finds you in exceedingly good health. I must beg your forgiveness for not beginning this letter by begging your forgiveness for such a want of communication of late. However such an apology would suggests that the lack of messages was on account of some lackadaisical fault of my own and this is far from the case. Fortunately I believe that what I am about to relate shall dissuade you of such a notion.Continue reading →